Thomas Moore

Finding the right work is like discovering your own soul in the world.
– Thomas Moore

Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.

– Thomas Moore

Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.

– Thomas Moore

No, there’s nothing half so sweet in life as love’s young dream.

– Thomas Moore

“It may help us, in those times of trouble, to remember that love is not only about relationship, it is also an affair of the soul.”

– Thomas Moore

“Disappointments in love, even betrayals and losses, serve the soul at the very moment they seem in life to be tragedies. The soul is partly in time and partly in eternity. We might remember the part that resides in eternity when we feel despair over the part that is in life.”

– Thomas Moore

All that’s bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that’s sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.

– Thomas Moore

A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.
– Thomas Moore

A pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a rougue to retire upon.
– Thomas Moore

I’m one of the undeserving poor up ugen middle class morality all the time. What is middle class morality? Just an excuse for never giving me anything.
– Thomas Moore

There is something more horrible than hoodlums, churls and vipers, and that is knaves with moral justification for their cause.
– Thomas Moore

I find the doctors and the sages Have differ’d in all climes and ages, And two in fifty scarce agree On what is pure morality.
– Thomas Moore

There is nothing half so sweet in life As love’s young dream.
– Thomas Moore

My birthday!–what a different sound That word had in my youthful ears; And how each time the day comes round, Less and less white its mark appears.
– Thomas Moore

My Birthday! what a difference sound That word had in my youthful ears; And how each time the day comes round,Less and less white its mark appears.
– Thomas Moore